dress: forever21 // purse: target // bangles: gift // necklace + ring: love culture
Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens on the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain.
-- F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
How apt a description for the season -- suddenly unable to bear walls. I don't know where to pin it, so I'll do as I'm accustomed, and pin it on the passing of time: it seems the older I get the more I love the springtime. Each flower a masterpiece, each birdsong a symphony. Cool mornings that turn warm, green grass, buckets of rain, a breath between winter and summer. Every year I long for April a little more than the year before.